Holy Holidays… {Family Traditions}

This year we decided not to get a Christmas Tree to save a little cash.  I sulked a teeny bit that I didn’t feel as festive without one but Harrison wisely reminded me that once we landed in the Carolinas that holiday spirit would come flooding right back in.  And flood it did! After the brisk 16-hour pilgrimage down south, we opened the door to my mom’s on Christmas Eve and there it came… like a Mack truck.  And for the next day and a half it was full-on, non-stop holiday cheer. Here’s the run-down…
 
Upon arrival at Hotel Tyson (aka my mom and stepdad’s), we were greeted with hugs and a VIP turn down service.
 

Chocolates on our pillows. How kind!

 
After a nice dinner out with Harrison’s dad filled with big laughs and big steaks, we woke the following morning to the smell of coffee and mmm…. sausage balls.
 

Mom asked that I take a "fancy food shot" of her famous sausage balls. And here's an attempt to do so..

 
After putting away a couple (handfuls) we headed in for PRESENTS and to take in mom’s annual showroom-esque Christmas display.

The latest ornament addition from my brother's girlfriend Brie. Yep, we say she's a keeper.

 

My crafty Nana made a majority of the ornaments on my mom's tree. Oh yes, Martha junior up in here. She's got skills.

 

And speaking of Nana, no Christmas would be complete without a gift from QVC.

 

And then there is my mom who wraps so beautifully...you ALMOST don't want to open the sparkly presents.

 
And check … it…. out…. You ask Santa for a mixer and she, er I mean, he delivers.

Looky what we got!

 
So what do we do.  Use the fancy new attachment from Harrison’s pops to show the family how to grind their own meat using that new mixer of course.  Harrison pulled my mom right up to the plate and told her to hold the catching bowl.  She was a little skeptical but excited.

oooh....ahhh....

 
 

The grr-animals try to hypnotize us into handing it over.

 
 
Meanwhile, outside sat my brother’s jam-packed car.  Big news in the land of little brothers as he announced the other week that he and his lady-love were moving to Vail, Colorado!  Just in time for snowboard season no less…

Just taking the essentials he said. Mom thought it was hilarious "essentials" included a box of flexy straws.

 
 Back inside, we all asked him way too many questions about his big move.  To distract us, he dramatically opened a card… and I, the amateur photojournalist, was there to capture it all.
 

All the emotion of moving really got to him... he almost faked a tear.

 

And then shortly after, he passed out... ah, traditions.

 
 
After all that excitement we hopped back into the Subaru and headed over to house numero dos, Harrison’s mom’s, for more holiday action.
 

Beau-ti-ful stockings hung by the chimney with care...

 

Is this a pretty table or what? Vermonters please note: Sweet Tea all around.

 

Look a mini-Harrison...with tights!

 
 

Plus, a menorah!

 
Here we light the menorah and then say the Christmas blessing.  It’s the ultimate in festive fun.
 

Santa's Reindeer loves her Hanukkah Bear.

 
 
 After dinner, I was handpicked by the coolest 10-year-old I know to help him with the annual sorting of gifts.  His take charge attitude was impressive and he made sure no gift was left untouched.

He takes his job VERY seriously. He really goes for it.

 
Unfortunately my sorting skills were a bit well, messy, so I got kicked to the sidelines.  Better luck next year.
 

Turtle making sure we get his good side.

 
 
Up next, my dad and step mom’s to wrap up the holiday as house numero tres.
 

Dad likes to keep his decor simple and straight to the point.

 
 

This sums up my dad and step-mom: Beach and Ski

 

Dinners at my dad's always include perfectly seasoned meat, fresh bread, a big salad and 200 dressing options.

 
 

My dad and stepmom have plans to open a bakery next year. So of course they were gifted the proper head wear.

 

A sampling of their bread...

 
Ahhh…the holidays.  Definitely the most wonderful time of the year.
 
And up next: New Year’s!  Off to Asheville we go…hooray! Enjoy the last day of 2011 ya’ll.
 
Until we eat drink and be merry again,
 
A+H
 

Wanted : New Roommates

Hi there friends.  We’ve missed you so.  We apologize for the lack of posts over the past two weeks.  The thing is, we were out and about meeting some wonderful new friends and spending a little quality time with some special visitors from North Carolina. 

I have to tell you, it was such a breath of fresh air as I was feeling a little cut off from the “real world”.  You see, Harrison has switched to yet another class which has had him working nights and weekends on the line at a tapas restaurant (very cool by the way!). 

That means me, who works from home in a new town, has been stuck fending for herself with two rowdy roommates.  (Note: I would post some of the solo meals I have concocted in his absence but unless you’re a frat guy, you’d probably pass.  But don’t fret, we have some delicious recipes in store for you.. coming very soon!)

In the meantime, I would like to share a glimpse into the shenanigans I put up with while H-Dog is off making culinary magic. Much to the grandparents delight : here’s another gremlin update.

We now have a wonderful new vet, Onion River Animal Hospital, thanks to the fact that both dogs have already “played sick”. 
The Little One:
Had a rash since we arrived in Vermont. 
The Diagnosis: 
Some weird rash “southern dogs get when they move to Vermont”.
Interesting.  My friend Katherine asked me what southern people “get” when they move to Vermont… more on that soon.

Dog Rash

Belly rashes are annoying.

The Big One:
Was whining and whimpering when he laid down, climbed stairs or jumped in the “Commando”.
The Diagnosis:
You might remember, he grew some kahunas and started swimming like a real lab and fetching sticks.  Well, apparently he was trying to hard and pulled a muscle.  Oh, and it’s been confirmed, his head IS abnormally large and it’s tough for his teeny tiny backend to keep up.  Needless to say.  “Someone” now gets to enjoy life on the shore.

Turtle at the beach.

Safely ashore.

The Little One: 
really enjoys sitting on the couch and watching the Food Network and stealing licks of cremees.

Dogs love cremees
Don’t you even think about it.
Dogs watching TV

Literally sitting on the couch like a person. Seriously.

The Big One:
avoids my camera like the plague, running fast so I can’t catch him.  Oh, and now likes to spit out homemade organic dog treats in front of people on the streets. Thanks.

 

The Little One
spends work days staring at me like a real creeper and enjoys lounging in my face while I’m typing away all day like a machine trying to keep a roof over her head.

The stare down

The stare down. She doesn't blink. It's very creepy. And yes, she has a new harness :)

Hope loving life.

So relaxed. Jerk.

The Big One:
continues to guard the window and hates the “9-5″… “boring”, he says. Also, in defiance, around 4pm he starts gnawing on his leg like it is a chicken wing in protest.

Turtle watching the world go by
Office jobs are lame. Hmph.
Turtle bored.

Who does this? Drama king.

And by the time H-Dog arrives home, the little gremlins team up for a cuddle.  Posers.

Dogs love to cuddle

And you wonder why he questions my talk of them being "crazy" during the day.

Until we creep again,
A + H

No Longer Hardcore in Ardmore.

Let us pause this culinary adventure for an update on the gremlins (as requested by their “grandparents,”)

The Big One: 
As skittish as ever, still scared of the moon and ceiling fans.  He now enjoys sitting by the window and growling at hippies, singing opera when he has to wait his turn for a walk,  and has developed a new-found love of swimming and fetching little sticks.

Turtle the Lab conquers his fear of water.

He finally gets in the water! He even grabs a tiny stick like a real Lab. The little one taunts him from the shore.

We felt the need to replace his gangsta prong collar for a friendlier looking Gentle Leader after getting “the look” in the passive new ‘hood.  The company’s website said the Gentle Leader: “painlessly and effectively removes the dog’s natural tendency to pull by placing gentle pressure on calming points and eliminating uncomfortable pressure on the throat.”  He calls bull!&^@ and is ticked.  Plus, we’re pretty sure we killed his street cred.

Turtle the Lab wears an intense prong collar.

Stoic. Gangsta.

Turtle the Lab wears a Gentle Leader.

Embarrassed. Dork.

The Little One:
Off the leash she’s thriving.  She adores cuddling on the couch because pops allows that in Vermont, treading river water like a machine and dragging large objects to shore. 

Hope the Staffordshire carries a giant log.

Seriously. Please scroll back to the big one swimming for comparison.

However on the leash she’s Hannibal Lector’s kid sister.  For real.  People walk the other way when they see us coming.

Hope the Staffordshire wears a Gentle Leader.

Don't let this face fool you. There is nothing gentle about this leader when she's attached.

We’re pretty much at a loss with what to do with the leash situation and are in need of some tried and true recommendations.  Help!

Plan B  – If we don’t hear from you, the little one is going into tractor pulling contests and we’re putting the big one on Glee. About time they started helping with rent anyways…

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